Chapter 27
The air was thick with violence.
The moment Agastya stepped outside, the world tilted on its axis.
His men stood ready, guns drawn, waiting for his command.
And in front of them—
A man stood in the open courtyard.
Dressed in a dark three-piece suit, his stance confident, unfazed by the death surrounding him.
His lips curled into a smirk.
His voice was smooth, almost amused.
Like he hadn’t just walked into his own death sentence.
Agastya’s jaw tightened.
Because he knew this face.
Knew this name.
The man who thought Anvi belonged to him.
And now?
Now, he was standing in Agastya’s home, breathing his air, acting as if he hadn’t just signed his own grave.
"You have three seconds to tell me why you’re here before I put a bullet between your eyes."
Veer chuckled.
"Come on, Rathore. I think we both know why I’m here."
His eyes darkened.
"I came to collect what’s mine."
Silence.
A long, suffocating silence.
And then—Agastya smiled.
But it wasn’t human.
It was pure, cold death.
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Inside the mansion, Anvi stood frozen behind the curtains, watching.
Her breath was shallow, her fingers digging into the fabric of her saree.
Because no matter how much she wanted to pretend this was just another business rivalry—
She knew.
This wasn’t about power.
It wasn’t about money.
It wasn’t about business.
This was about her.
And now?
She was the prize two kings were ready to kill for.
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Agastya took a slow step forward, his fingers flexing at his sides, his body radiating pure, murderous rage.
"You think she belongs to you?"
Veer smirked. "I don’t think, Rathore. I know."
His voice dropped.
"I had her first."
Something snapped.
Before anyone could blink—
Fast. Lethal.
One second, he was standing in place.
The next—he had Veer pinned against the hood of his own car, a gun pressed against his skull.
The guards tensed, guns raised, waiting.
But no one moved.
Because everyone knew—
This wasn’t a war of bullets.
This was a war of who would break first.
And Agastya Singh Rathore never broke.
"Say that again." His voice was calm, controlled, deadly.
Veer’s smirk didn’t fade.
"I had her first."
Agastya’s finger twitched on the trigger.
And then—a voice shattered the moment.
"Stop!"
His breath caught.
Slowly, he turned.
And there she was.
Anvi.
His wife.
Standing at the doorway, her eyes wide, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling in sharp gasps.
And for the first time—
She looked at him like she didn’t know who he was anymore.
Like he was a monster she had never seen before.
And that?
That was the only thing that made him hesitate.
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Veer chuckled. "Looks like your wife isn’t enjoying the show, Hukum."
Agastya’s grip on the gun tightened.
Because this wasn’t just about who won.
This was about who she chose.
And for the first time in his life—
Agastya was afraid.
Because if there was one thing he knew about Anvi—
It was that she was a storm.
And storms could never be controlled.
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The moment Anvi stepped into the courtyard, everything changed.
Agastya’s gun was still pressed against Veer’s head.
His rage was suffocating.
The air was thick with the scent of war.
But none of it mattered.
Because the second her voice broke through the tension—
Everything stilled.
"Stop."
Her breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs.
But Agastya?
His grip didn’t loosen.
His finger was still on the trigger.
His body was still coiled with raw, deadly fury.
And then—his eyes met hers.
Dark.
Unforgiving.
Possessive.
"Go back inside." His voice was lethal.
A command.
A warning.
But Anvi?
She had spent too long being controlled.
She took a step forward, her hands curling into fists.
"Let him go, Agastya."
Silence.
A deadly, suffocating silence.
And then—he laughed.
Low.
Dark.
Unhinged.
His grip on the gun tightened.
"You’re defending him?" His voice was a whisper, but it felt like a blade.
Her stomach twisted.
"I’m stopping you from becoming a murderer."
His smirk deepened.
"Oh, Pari… I’ve already killed for you."
Her breath hitched.
Because she knew.
She knew.
This wasn’t the first time.
This wasn’t just a moment of rage.
This was who he was.
And nothing she did could change it.
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Anvi’s pulse was too fast, too loud.
She didn’t think.
Didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t care about the consequences.
And then—she moved.
Straight toward Veer.
Straight toward the man Agastya was ready to kill for daring to claim her.
And before she could stop herself—
She stood between them.
Her back to Agastya.
Her hands on Veer’s chest.
Protecting him.
And then—everything shattered.
The moment Agastya’s eyes landed on her hands touching another man—
The moment he realized she was standing against him—
His world burned.
His control snapped.
And then—he moved.
Faster than she had ever seen.
One second, she was standing.
The next—she was in his arms, her back slammed against his chest, his grip like iron around her waist.
A gasp tore from her lips as he dragged her back, away from Veer, away from everything—
And then—his lips were at her ear.
His breath was hot, ragged.
His voice was pure destruction.
"You just made the biggest mistake of your life."
Her stomach dropped.
Because for the first time—
She was truly afraid of what he would do to her.
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Agastya didn’t look at Veer.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t acknowledge anything.
Because he had already won.
Because he had her.
His wife.
His possession.
His obsession.
And now?
Now, he was about to teach her a lesson she would never forget.
He turned toward his men, his voice calm, lethal.
"Kill him."
Anvi’s breath hitched.
"No!"
But before she could fight—
Before she could stop him—
He lifted her into his arms.
And then—he was gone.
Taking her with him.
Taking his wife back where she belonged.
To remind her exactly who she belonged to.
No matter what it took.
No matter how hard she fought.
She would learn.
She would break.
And when he was done with her—
She would never question him again.